Poem

You come along more slowly now as we all wait in anticipation. Some hopeful some fearful some not even caring about you summer. Summer Who gave you your name? When were you labelled and heralded as a king? King of the seasons, Autumn,Winter,Spring and then you. The four seasons making up a year. Who made

Guess who’s just called to their nan? Millie and Elizabeth of whom I’m a fan. These gorgeous young ladies are cousins and friends, Two of my grandchildren and that’s not where this ends. They are a joy to be with and pretty too, A nanny who is so proud of them what’s new? We know